Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"This humble monk is Fa Wuxiang. I humbly request guidance from Benefactor Ji."

Fa Wuxiang also clasped his hands slightly towards Ji Tianchang, who was standing opposite him in the open space, his tone full of humility.

"You little bald monk, no need for such polite words. I'm certain of victory today!"

However, Ji Tianchang scoffed at Fa Wuxiang's bow, then his fighting spirit surged, "Take this!"

bass!

With a flash of sword light, Ji Tianchang vanished from his spot in an instant. At the same time, his sword was drawn, creating countless sword shadows that crisscrossed like thousands of snakes emerging from their holes. It was none other than the second move of the Tai Chi Sword Technique, "Pulling Grass to Find the Snake"!

"Benefactor Ji, this humble monk has offended you!"

Seeing Ji Tianchang suddenly launch an attack, Fa Wuxiang's expression first turned serious, and then his body also erupted with an extremely powerful aura of Yuan energy, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, instantly sweeping across a radius of 100 meters!

"Six Soul Curse, broken!"

A large amount of Yuan energy swept outwards, and the next moment Fa Wuxiang pointed out from the air, mixed with a mysterious aura, and at the same time shattered the thousands of sword shadows that attacked from the opposite side, turning them into nothingness!

"What?!"

"How is this possible?!"

Seeing that his full-force sword strike was easily broken by Fa Wuxiang, Ji Tianchang's expression also changed slightly, filled with disbelief.

It should be noted that as a core disciple of the Taiji Sword Sect, his swordsmanship and Yuan power cultivation are far superior to those of Bi Yangde and others!

Even so, his full-force sword strike couldn't harm Fa Wuxiang in the slightest, which Ji Tianchang naturally couldn't accept!

"Benefactor Ji, the Buddha once said that those whose six senses are not pure will find it difficult to achieve great things in the future..."

With his palms pressed together once more, Fa Wuxiang remained calm and composed, speaking in a steady tone, "Although Benefactor Ji's cultivation is considerable, your single-minded focus on victory has violated the six precepts of 'intention,' making you no match for this humble monk at present..."

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Tianchang's pupils constricted sharply. He was about to make another move, but he felt as if his limbs were filled with lead and iron, and he was rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch!

"You bald monk! What, what did you do to me...?! A ghost! A ghost...!"

Realizing that his body was out of control, Ji Tianchang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and angry. However, before he could break free of his shackles, he suddenly felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, which made his hair stand on end and let out a scream.

"A ghost! I'm terrified of ghosts! No, don't come any closer...!"

Ji Tianchang was seen screaming and shouting wildly while lying paralyzed on the spot. His face was full of fear and terror, as if he had seen something unclean. At the same time, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

"You bunch of wild ghosts, stay away! You brought this upon yourselves, I didn't harm you...! I'm innocent!"

"Yes! I'm innocent! I didn't mean to kill you! You're asking for it! Don't come any closer, I don't want to die...!"

Ji Tianchang was still rambling incoherently when he suddenly felt a heat in his crotch and was hit by a sour, foul odor of urine. At the same time, he collapsed to the ground, seemingly having been frightened unconscious on the spot!

"The Buddha said, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Yet, Benefactor Ji, you killed someone while trying to save one. This is truly a sin, a sin..."

Seeing Ji Tianchang suddenly go mad and faint, Fa Wuxiang remained calm, as if he had expected it. He then turned to Qin Xuanzhong beside him and said, "Senior Qin, please forgive my rudeness, but may I ask if the result of this battle can be announced?"

"The competition is over. Tiger Group, number 20, Fa Wuxiang, has won!"

Fa Wuxiang's gaze, Qin Xuanzhong merely frowned slightly, but said nothing more, and then announced in a deep voice.

"What, what's going on?!"

"Why did Ji Tianchang suddenly go mad? Could it be that the little monk named Fa Wuxiang has secretly used some evil magic?"

"No! That's not an evil technique, but the ultimate secret art of the Ancient Buddha Sect, the Six Soul Terror Curse!"

"That's right! Legend has it that the founder of the Ancient Buddhist Sect, 'Master Jiefa,' came from a pure land in the Central Xuan Region of the continent. Although 'Master Jiefa' was dull-witted and of average strength, he possessed a strange martial art called 'Six Soul Terror Curse'!"

"And once this martial art is mastered to a high level, one can not only control people's minds and souls, but also kill people invisibly!"

"However, the Ancient Buddha Sect has been established for over five hundred years, and I have never heard of anyone who has cultivated the 'Six Souls Terror Curse' to such a transcendent level...!"

On the sidelines of the battlefield, seeing Fa Wuxiang easily defeat Ji Tianchang and even drive the latter mad on the spot, the geniuses from various countries watching the battle whispered among themselves, and some of them looked at Fa Wuxiang with fear in their eyes!

At the same time, the Yunfu Sect's front line

"This guy surnamed Ji actually fainted from fright? That's really strange..."

Lu Feng also touched his chin, looking at Ji Tianchang, who was unconscious not far away, with a puzzled expression, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

After all, this battle was far too bizarre.

He originally thought that Fa Wuxiang and Ji Tianchang would have to fight for at least three hundred rounds before a winner could be decided. Little did he know that the latter was simply attacked by Fa Wuxiang from a distance with a finger and a few inexplicable incantations, and went mad on the spot, losing without actually being defeated!

"Right, that mysterious aura was soul power...!"

Seemingly remembering something, Lu Feng clapped his hands heavily, and at the same time, he suddenly realized, "This Six Souls Terror Curse is not an ordinary martial art, but a mental martial art that specifically attacks the vital points of a person's mind!"

"Furthermore, Fa Wuxiang's own soul power level is not low, so even though Ji Tianchang's cultivation has reached the half-step Yuanhai Realm, he still cannot withstand the former's finger strike from a distance...!"

"However, there are still some doubts about this matter... Why was Ji Tianchang so terrified after being afflicted by the Six Soul Terror Curse, and why was he constantly muttering things like 'murder' and 'courting death'?"

Thinking of this, Lu Feng frowned again, a new question arising in his mind.

"Brother Lu, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing Lu Feng's furrowed brows, Ren Lingyun, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but lean closer and asked with a curious look.

"Hmm, it's nothing."

Shaking his head, Lu Feng glanced again at Fa Wuxiang, who had already returned to the Ancient Buddha Sect's ranks, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Your Highness, I was merely slightly curious..."

"This little monk named Fa Wuxiang only used a mental martial art similar to illusion, while that man surnamed Ji was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot and started spouting nonsense. This is rather abnormal..."

"Brother Lu, this is actually quite normal."

Upon hearing Lu Feng's question, Ren Lingyun merely grinned and then calmly explained, "The Six Souls Terror Curse is no ordinary martial art; it is a sect-protecting technique left behind by the 'Master of Precepts,' who founded the Ancient Buddha Sect!"

"Legend has it that the 'Six Souls Curse' is not something ordinary people can cultivate. Only those with exceptional talent and innate wisdom can learn even a fraction of it. Once this martial art is mastered, it can not only control people's minds and souls but also kill people invisibly!"

"As for the so-called 'six souls,' they are also known as the 'six roots' in Buddhism, which refer to the 'eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind' of the human body. Among them, the 'mind of the six roots' refers to spiritual thoughts, or more simply, the things that ordinary people are preoccupied with..."

"Something that's on your mind?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng raised his eyebrows again, his doubts deepening.

"good."

Nodding again, Ren Lingyun continued, "Although Ji Tianchang's cultivation is not bad, having reached the half-step Yuanhai realm, he was afflicted by the Six Souls Curse, which caused his 'Six Roots' to be amplified infinitely. In the end, he was possessed by inner demons, went mad, and lost his mind. Therefore, it is not surprising that he suffered such a defeat today."

"Your Highness, according to you, Ji Tianchang went mad and lost his mind because he was possessed by inner demons, but what exactly is on his mind that he is so preoccupied with..."

"This matter is simple; it boils down to just two words..."

Before Lu Feng could finish speaking, Ren Lingyun shook his head slightly, then his face gradually turned solemn. "Murder!"